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 Qatar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.