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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.