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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Index,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.