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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.