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 Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.