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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.