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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
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.