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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.