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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Kayak,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.