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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.