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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.