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 Bolivia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Scion,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.