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 France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.