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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 David Axelrod 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
The Index,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
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.