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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.