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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.