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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Technova,
Nico,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.