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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Crime,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
UT,
The Associates,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.