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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the grunge 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.