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 Korea South and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.