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 Finland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Aswad,
The Associates,
UT,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.