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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.