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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.