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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bang On A Can to the dance 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Nas,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.