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 Togo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
X-102,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.