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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.