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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.