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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.