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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Television,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
UT,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.