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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Smog,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.