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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Magma to the grime 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.