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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.