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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Technova,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.