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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Amazonics to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
MC5,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.