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 Korea North and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Monks,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.