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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
10cc,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Pole,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Index,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.