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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.