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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Skriet to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.