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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.