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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.