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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.