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 Barbados and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Crime,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.