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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.