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 Swaziland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 The Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.