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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
ABBA,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.