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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.