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 Cyprus and from London.
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 Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.