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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.