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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
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.