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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.