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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.