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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.