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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.