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 Finland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 The Real Kids to the jazz 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Wire,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.