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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.