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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 New York and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Swans,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.