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 Germany and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.