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 Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.