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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.