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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.