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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Eurythmics to the rock 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.