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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Rascals to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Slave,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.