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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Ronan to the grime 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.