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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.