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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Wings,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.