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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
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,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.