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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.