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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.