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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Erasure 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.