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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
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.