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 Mozambique and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Glenn Branca to the disco 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Inner City,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.