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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the rap 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.