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 Paraguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.