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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.