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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.