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 Indonesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Can,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.