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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 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 The American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.