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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.