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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tremeloes to the techno 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
MDC,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
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.