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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.