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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
The Human League,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.