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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.