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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.