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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.