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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.