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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.