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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.