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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.