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 Nigeria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Dead Boys to the jazz 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.