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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.