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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.