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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the disco 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.