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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.