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 Dominica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultra Naté to the disco 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
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.