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 Somalia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.