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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 UT 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.