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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the jazz 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.