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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.