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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
This Heat,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.