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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
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.