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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a synthesizer 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.