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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the disco 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.