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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pop Group to the funk 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.