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 Vanuatu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
New Order,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.