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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.