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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 48th St. Collective to the techno 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.