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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dead C to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.