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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.