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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.