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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.