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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
MC5,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.