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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
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.