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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.