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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.