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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
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.