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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.