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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.