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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.