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 South Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.