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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.