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 Thailand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a marimba 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
This Heat,
JFA,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
UT,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.