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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.