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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.