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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
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.