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 Brazil and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.