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 Syria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Dice to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.