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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Television,
Supertramp,
Gong,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.