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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.