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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Monks,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.