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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life 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.