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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.