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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Index,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.