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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.