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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.