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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gap Band to the rock 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.