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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
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.