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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Wire,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.