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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.