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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.