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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 The Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.