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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Misunderstood to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.