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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Can to the punk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.