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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.