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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Nas,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.