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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
ABC,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.