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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.