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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the dance 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.