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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.