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 Seychelles and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.