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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.