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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.