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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
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,
Newcleus,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.