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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Scott Walker to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Names,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Index,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
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.