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 United States and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 J.B.'s to the dance 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.