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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
X-102,
The Move,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.