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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
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.