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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Depeche Mode to the dance 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Television,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.