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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.