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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Skaos,
Monolake,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.