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 Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
the Slits,
New Order,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.