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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
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.