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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Echospace,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.