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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the dance 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.