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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.