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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.