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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Knickerbockers to the rock 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.