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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
PIL,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.