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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.