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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Pop Group 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.