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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.