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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.