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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Judy Mowatt 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Television,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.