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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.