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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Gap Band,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.