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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.