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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.