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 Tajikistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.