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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Ronan,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.