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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.