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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Can,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
New Order,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.