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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone 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 rap 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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?
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Wire,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.