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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 The Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
UT,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.