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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.