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 Grenada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Monochrome Set to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.