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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Sonics 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Can,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.