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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the funk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Visage,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.