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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the punk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.