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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.