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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.