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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.