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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.