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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.