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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.