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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Slave,
cv313,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.