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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Whodini 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Can,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.