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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.