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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.