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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.