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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.