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 Canada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.