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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.