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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.