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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.