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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.