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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.