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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.