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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lyres to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.