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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.