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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
cv313,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.