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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 MDC to the dance 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.