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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.