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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Sex Pistols to the dance 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Suicide,
June Days,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.