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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.