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 Honduras and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
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,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.