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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
JFA,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.