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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Slave,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.