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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
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.