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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.