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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Monks,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
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.
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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.