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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sound to the grunge 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Television,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.