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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Television,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.