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 Swaziland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.