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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.