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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Monks,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.