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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.