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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.