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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
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.