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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.