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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.