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 Burkina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Average White Band to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Slave,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.