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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.