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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
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.