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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.