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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Gong,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.