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 India and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.