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 Slovenia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.