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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.