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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 guitar and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.