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 Philippines and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.