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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.