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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ten City to the rap 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
AZ,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
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.