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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Monks,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.