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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.