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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Little Man to the rock 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
This Heat,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.