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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.