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 Rwanda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Y Pants to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 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?
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.