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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
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.