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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an organ 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.