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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.