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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the grunge 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.