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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bob Dylan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
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.