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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
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,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.