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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Mars,
The Slits,
Monks,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.