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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.