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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.