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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Dead Boys to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.