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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the rap 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.