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 China and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
UT,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.