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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.