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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Pere Ubu to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
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,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.