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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.