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 Canada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Slave,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.