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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
X-101,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.