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 Iran 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Erasure,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.