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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 The Victims to the electroclash 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.