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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.