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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.