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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.