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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.