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 Mexico and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
JFA,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.