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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.