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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 UT to the rap 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.