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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.