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 Maldives and from Beijing.
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 Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
The Move,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
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.