Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.