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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.