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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.