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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.