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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.