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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Magazine 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.