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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.