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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Colin Newman to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Aswad,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.