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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Doors to the punk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Can,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
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.