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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.