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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.