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 Bahamas and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.