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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.