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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.