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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the rock 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.