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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.