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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.