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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.