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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.