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 Tajikistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.