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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.