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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Tremeloes to the rock 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.