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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Depeche Mode to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.