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 Georgia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.