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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Television,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.