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 San Marino and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Pole,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.