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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.