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 Latvia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
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.