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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.