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 Iran 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 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?
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.