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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.