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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.