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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Main Source,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.