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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Swans,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.