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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.