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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.