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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Cure to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Jandek,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.