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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.