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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.