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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Massinfluence to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.