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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.