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 Senegal 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.