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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.