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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fall 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.