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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.