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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.