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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.