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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the rock 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an oboe 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.