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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.