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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.