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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
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.