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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.