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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Litter to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.