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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.