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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the grime 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.