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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Martian to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.