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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.