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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
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.