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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Fear,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.