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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.