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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
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,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.