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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Symarip,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.