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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Henry Cow to the grunge 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
The Associates,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Can,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.