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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.