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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.