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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.