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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.