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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
This Heat,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.