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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the techno 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.