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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.