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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Magma,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.