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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.