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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Index,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.