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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 CMW to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.