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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.