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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and 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 sitar 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.