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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Can,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.