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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.