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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.