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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Bananas to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.