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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Aswad,
June Days,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.