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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Audionom,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
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.