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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a theremin 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.