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 Germany 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Fear,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Section 25,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.