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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 marimba 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Visage,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.