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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 The United States of America to the rock 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
ABC,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.