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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the rock 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.