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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.