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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.