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 Botswana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.