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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Smog,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.