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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.