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 Malawi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Mars,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.