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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.