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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Evens to the electroclash 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Wire,
Inner City,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.