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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.