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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.