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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Rapeman,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.