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 Barbados and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.