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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Schoolly D to the punk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.