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 Norway and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.