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 Greece and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.