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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.