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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Magma to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.