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 Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.