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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Television,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.