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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 spring reverb and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.