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 Samoa and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The J.B.'s to the techno 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.