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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Qualms 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.