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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.