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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.