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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.