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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.