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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.