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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Technova,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.