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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Roxette to the grunge 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.