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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.