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 Ghana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Silicon Teens to the jazz 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
AZ,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.