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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the rock 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.