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 Denmark and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Index,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Yaz,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.