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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.