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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.