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 United States and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
The Searchers,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.