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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Television,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.