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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.