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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.