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 Laos and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Minor Threat to the electroclash 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.