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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mandrill to the electroclash 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.