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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.