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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Steve Hackett to the punk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.