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 Libya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.