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 Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Organ,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.