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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Technova,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.