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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
DNA,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
the Slits,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
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.