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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Stiv Bators 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Suicide,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.