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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the jazz 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
New Order,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.