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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
The Standells,
The Slits,
June Days,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.