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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.