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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a güiro 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Flipper,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.