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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.