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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.