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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
CMW,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Technova,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.