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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.