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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
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,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.