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 Benin and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.