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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.