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 Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 a-ha to the punk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.