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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.