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 Turkey and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.