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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.