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 Nepal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
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.