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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
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.