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 China and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Index,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.