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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.