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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.