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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Cymande,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
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.