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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.