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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
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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.