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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.