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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.