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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Easy Going to the rap 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Television,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Faust,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.