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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 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?
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
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.