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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.