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 Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Malaria! to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.