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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Black Dice to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.