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 Portugal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
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.