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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Marmalade,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.