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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.