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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.