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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.