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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.