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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.