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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.