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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.