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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.