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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.