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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.