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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Pagans,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Fear,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.