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 Montenegro and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.