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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.