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 Singapore and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the punk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Suicide,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.