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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.