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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.