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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 The Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.