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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.