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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Black Dice 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.