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 Romania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 kango's stein massive to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.