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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.