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 Malta and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.