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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
MC5,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.