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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 the Germs to the dance 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Slave,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.