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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.