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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Urselle,
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.