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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.