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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.