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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Morten Harket to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.