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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.