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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the funk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.