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 Nauru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
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.