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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.