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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.