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 Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Technova,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.