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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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?
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
10cc,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.