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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.