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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 The Young Rascals to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
The Victims,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.