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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.