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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.