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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Gong,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.