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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brass Construction to the rock 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
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.