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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Gladiators to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Brick,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.