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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
The Martian,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.