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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Swans,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Ludus,
Echospace,
The Index,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.