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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 snare and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.