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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.