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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.