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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Names to the grunge 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.