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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Smiths to the grunge 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.