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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.