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 Chile and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Index,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.