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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.