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 Russia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.