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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.