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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.