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 Philippines and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Franke,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
The Move,
The Associates,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.