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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.