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 Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.