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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
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,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.