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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.