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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry 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?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.