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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a güiro 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.