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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
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.