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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.