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 Iraq and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.