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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Monolake 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 techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
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.