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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.