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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.