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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane 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.