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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
MC5,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.